1692 Thunder Road, Wednesday evening

[niceborders]

Ivanova was swearing at her bike in Russian. More specifically, she was swearing at that thing that went clickclickclickPOING! that was supposed to go whirrrr. She stomped to her feet, wiping her hands on a rag in disgust.

"I need a drink . . ."

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[niceborders]

Ivanova hesitated. "It means I have to watch my mouth when I think I'm alone."

[niceborders]

"This," she kicked a tire with a kind of exasperated fondness, "is the Beastie."

[ownerofsteve]

House tapped his cane on the door. He'd actually ridden his motorcycle over.

[niceborders]

Ivanova turned, wiping the last of the grease off her hands, and smiled. "Ah, the dastardly Dr. House."

[ownerofsteve]

"Muhuahahahaha," House laughed.

[niceborders]

She nodded towards his motorcycle. "Nice bike."

[truest_black]

Bella popped into the garage with a crack. She went over to the workbench silently to check to see that her B was in fact there and complete still.

[niceborders]

Ivanova recognised that sound and didn't look up. "Hey, Trixie."

[truest_black]

Bella made a noise of greeting, she found her discarded nail and walked over to the toolbox. Making a lot of noise digging around she found a wrench. She played with it for a moment before tossing it to the side still digging.

[niceborders]

"If you split your thumb open again, I'm not patching you up this time," she said wryly, and kicked the Beastie again. "Chyort!"